I was perhaps 3 years old when I had a dream that always repeated itself. It was like a nightmare.

I was with my mother travelling by train and I was asleep. When I woke up my mother wasn’t there anymore. I went to the back of the train and saw My mom running on the rails trying to catch up with the train.

At that point I used to wake up crying. This could seem of no importance to anybody but to a child it truely was dramatic.

Foot note: I was born just after the 2nd World War and was a very weak child. I needed things my parents couldn’t give me for not having money. My mother brought me regularly to my grandmother who had a farm and lived in another town. She could give me the eggs and meat I needed. I used to stay with here several month. So this is the origen of my dream.